[here, Paixao, have a slightly out-of-breath Doctor whose voice is practically made of squee right now] Right! I know this is short notice, but shut up, you all got the invitation, you can deal with it. I'm getting married! Today, in fact. It's all set up in Macalania, so you all can head over whenever you're ready. Oh, and don't bother with formalwear if you don't want to. We're not that uptight.

Oh, and there's cake! Made it myself. Mind you, I had a bit of a hard time remembering what sort of cake would work, but I got it in the end! I think.

I do wish we could have music, though. Oh, what the hell, I'll see if I can work out a sound system.

[and here's the sound of the Doctor getting to work before things go slightly... well, static. Whoops]
28 October 2012 @ 11:34 am
[aaaaand here comes the Doctor, bright and cheerful despite the circumstances]

It's clear to me that a lot of us are in need of some fun right now, after everything that's happened recently. The city falls, we're kicked out, a lot of us have run out of tea... [he pauses with a little sigh, as though reflecting on the abominable tea shortage]

It's also occurred to me that I'm getting married. Again. I know the invitations have been sent out... sort of, but I know you're all just dying to know, when will this fabulous event be held?

[a dramatic pause and then]

Soon. Very soon, in fact.
My people, you true citizens of our city of light. I apologize for my silence in this terrible time. In the chaos that ensued after the heinous act of yet another interloper, I found myself torn in several directions all at once and only now do I have the time to give you an official word.

Paixao, you have shown your strength these last few days. While clearing away the remains of our city and striving to find the bodies of our loved ones, we've barely had the chance to grieve, yet you forge on with your head held high. You are the spirit of our beautiful town. And I know as long as we hold on to that, no madness or violence will sway us.

I will not lie to you good folk. It will take time to rebuild. We have a very long road ahead, made all the more dangerous by the presence of those outsiders who have the very gall to condescend to us in our time of sorrow. But we don't need their help. Too many times have they shown their true colors. Too many times has their belief that they are somehow better than us lead to their complete disrespect and abuse.

We can restore the light to Paixao, we can rebuild our paradise. But only if we turn away these reckless foreigners once and for all. I regret now the hand of offering I extended to them once. They do not deserve our compassion or understanding.

And to you outsiders listening -- know this: you are not welcome here. Your presence will not be tolerated. Your help is not needed. I don't care where you go or how, but you will not be allowed into our city again. I swear it.

-- Mayor Marcus Praetoris
05 July 2012 @ 01:38 am

It has come to my attention that while my bowtie wearing fiancé might know many a folk to invite to our joining ceremony, I do not. And, I am not fully aware of whom he has invited. That being said, the best solution to this awkward issue is this:

(the lad with the affinity for bowties)
(the woman living with the lad with the affinity for bowties)

Problem solved, I should think!

…although that only resolves the one awkward issue.

Another is that I haven’t the foggiest whom will even conduct the ceremony. Does anyone know where I can attain one of those earthling priest persons? Or someone else who can perform such a task?
03 June 2012 @ 07:26 pm

You know, this is starting to get real old. I've had it up to here with everyone avoiding me lately. Just cut it out already, would you? It ain't funny anymore. Believe me, I know funny.

I mean it, guys! This is where I put my foot down. Well, maybe not there. The floors kinda dirty in that spot but I'm putting it HERE! My foot. Down. So you better fess up.


Unless... Unless you're really not here anymore. And everyone already went home. And I'm the only one left! No, that can't be it. I can't be the last one here, can I?

... CAN I?!

02 June 2012 @ 01:13 am
So, you’re the lot that wants to find a way outta here. Funny, it looks to me like you don’t.

Yep. Settling into those bogus homes of yours, I’d say you’d just about given up. And here I thought you’d have a little more fight in you, all things considered. Guess you don’t care as much about your friends as they thought. I mean, just look how long they’ve been waiting for you to come home. After this long, can’t say I’d wanna wait for you either.

But, hey, that works for me. With you all here, that just means one less thing in our way. All according to plan; I should have known he’d be right about you.
28 May 2012 @ 09:47 pm
Esteemed guests, dilettantes, and connoisseurs of this prestigious city.

I believe the time has been far too long since we have made the appropriate contact with each other. Forgive me, for I have busied myself with research, research of the most philosophic kind. Again forgive me for at heart I am an inquiring soul.


I intend to remedy my most antisocial tendencies immediately. Why, I believe we should keep a most regular correspondence.

[Throaty chuckle.]
25 April 2012 @ 07:52 pm
( sound of fingers drumming against a tabletop can be heard, followed by a sigh )

I’m beginning to think I’m not very good at this. Perhaps it shouldn’t be blue; after all, it’s not traditional.

( after a beat it sounds as though she’s replying to herself, as if she’s been having a conversation with herself which honestly, she has )

Do I want to be traditional?

Yes, of course I do. I’m marrying him for those silly feeling things; it should be the proper way. Don’t you think?

I think so.

I do think so, don’t I?

Well then. ( there’s a sound of papers being scattered, a whump noise of books falling to the floor of her kitchen and a few clacks as her communicator falls down also ) I’ll be needing a wedding planner rather than try to do this myself then, won’t I?

Actually now that I think on it, we really should set a date for this thing …

( her chair makes a noise of being pushed when she hoists herself up and there’s a “crunch” noise when she steps on her device, she gasps but the feed cuts from being accidentally shut off )
16 March 2012 @ 03:32 pm

Do you know how good it feels to actually get a full week's rest? Why couldn't I have done this sooner? Oh yeah, the drums. They hang around, but now it's like a soothing sound. Could say I've grown to love them. HA! No nightmares, no waking to a cold sweat and a drum beat. I feel like I could eat three cows worth of meat, but I'm
awake. If I were human, I'd do this all the time. Phew.

SO, what have I missed, eh?
15 March 2012 @ 07:15 am
Well, Xemnas, how about you come out from where ever you are?
There's a debt to be paid and you are the star.

Those in this city are important to you, aren't they?
Well, behold what shall happen if you don't do as we say:

Ohohohohoho~! Is it not a marvellous curse?
And, no, we're presently not able to make it go in reverse.

[At this point, her voice gains a more dangerous tone.]

This, by the way, was just a little demonstration.
In exactly twelve hours we'll be giving the real presentation.

If you fail to show up before that time is through,
our curse shall be released, then whatever shall you do?

((OOC Note!)) )
14 March 2012 @ 04:57 pm
[when Marluxia speaks, his voice sounds a little more emotionless than usual, as though he's trying to keep what memory of unease he has from leaking through. This information troubles him greatly--enough, obviously, to eschew his typical cloak of anonymity] While taking a look through documents in my possession, I've come across something... curious. Secrets are being kept from us all, it seems--more than we could have possibly imagined.

As there are more than a few of you who are unlikely to take me at my word, allow me to provide you with an image of the document itself. There are pieces missing, but I assume you can understand the gist of it, as well as the insight into our dilemma it provides.

((cut for image)) )
13 March 2012 @ 01:03 am
[Her voice is deliberately neutral, that of the idly curious, though an touch of anger manages to creep in despite her efforts.]

If anyone's gone home and somehow ended up back here again, I'd like to compare notes. I'm not expecting much, but maybe it'll help with figuring out things. How much time passes while we're here, that sort of thing.
09 March 2012 @ 11:12 am
Huh. Just when I thought everything weird happened in Manhattan.

[There's some gravelly-sounding grumbling and cursing accompanying the sound of the journal being fumbled with for a moment.]

Since I'm about 90% sure this ain't Earth, some answers about where and what the hell this place is are gonna be needed. [A thoughtful pause.] Preferably, answers from folks who aren't like the damn dummies here who repeat the same five sentences no matter what you ask 'em.

If ya feel like socializin', the name's Fury - Nick Fury, Colonel in the U.S. Armed Forces and former director of SHIELD. I found myself here through what I've figured out to be the 'Vanaheim' gate.

[He stops again to think for a moment.]

Until I see evidence contrary, I'm assuming this whole popsicle-stand is a prison masquerading as something else entirely.
06 March 2012 @ 01:34 pm
[There's a brief moment of silence as he decides what to say.]


[Another pause.]

I just arrived here, but I need to get back to my home immediately. A lot of people... a lot of friends are counting on me. I can't afford to let anyone down.

[Link exhales through his nose, steeling himself. This is not the battle he'd set out for originally but it looked like he would have to fight here too if he wanted to return to the battle for Hyrule.]

If anyone is searching for a way out of here, I want to help.
04 March 2012 @ 11:28 pm
So this place is called Paixao? [ A brief pause, then just a bit unsure. ]

It doesn't sound like any city I've heard of on Gran Pulse or Cocoon. Is it possible that we ended up in an entirely different world...?

Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away. I was told that this is a public message board. My name is Serah Farron, and I'm looking for a few people. If anyone could help me find them I'd really appreciate it. Their names are Lightning Farron, Snow Villiers, Noel Kreiss, Hope Estheim, Sazh and Dahj Katzroy, and Alyssa.

Oh! Right. I came in through the Joutenheim gate.

[ And unintentionally then, just before she ends the transmission: ]

I really hope you're all safe here somewhere...
04 March 2012 @ 03:02 am
Can't say I expected to end up someplace like this. I don't see any signs of Academia anywhere. Hope, you out there? Alyssa?

Damn, we must've gotten separated again. Serah? Mog? You guys here anywhere?

No sense in searching for people who might not be around, though. May as well make the best of it, I guess.

This is a Message Board, right? Well, my name's Noel Kreiss. If you know any of those guys I just mentioned, tell them I'm looking for them.
Um....hello, everyone! My name is Colette and I’m a new arrival in this city!

Anyway, um....can anyone tell me about this place? I’d like as much information about it as possible. Is it true that nobody has managed to find a way back? That’s what my friend Zelos told me.

There must be a way out, though! We might not have found it yet, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. [Well, that is what a worried girl is trying to tell herself behind that cheerful and carefree voice]
24 February 2012 @ 03:06 pm
It’s come to my attention that I really have no idea what I’m doing here. Not ‘here’ as in this place — although, yes, that as well — I mean here at this present moment in time.

Specifically here.
This moment.
Right now.

What I am doing right now, in this moment, specifically here — is attempting to plan a wedding. A blue wedding — it has to be blue, no exceptions — but so far all these books are lacking with blueativity. That is, blue creativity. The only things I’ve managed to find are traditional things that are needed, something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.

Well I already have something borrowed, that would be the groom — although I’m not sure if I would call it borrowed or stolen, either way my Thief will do.

The something blue would be the wedding itself, blue. Blue I tell you, no exceptions!

Something old might as well be myself, I am more than ‘over the hill’ in age as the human saying goes…

Something new, though… Would the experience count as new? …Bah!

Does anyone know how to plan a wedding? I would ask my Thief, but I’m sure he doesn’t have a clue.
Suggestions would be appreciated, yes. Thank you!
23 February 2012 @ 06:49 pm
There! Whew! I don't know who the librarian was around here, but they obviously haven't been doing their job very well. There were books all over the place and lots of them all in the wrong places, so I took it upon myself to completely re-organize the library.

It's now much easier to find the book anyone might be looking for!

...Although, I didn't find anything that seemed like it would help with our situation any.
12 February 2012 @ 11:55 pm
So... If someone were to hypothetically swallow some... Oh, I don't know, supposedly 'magic' beans, what might be the result of that?